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Another Pinoy wins another International public Speaking Competition in London

Wow! a happy news for us after Patricia Evangelista before.

PROUDLY FILIPINO!

FISH MUCUS AND FOOT FUNGUS
by Gian Dapul

When I was in 6th grade, I hated Mathematics. You would have, too, if you had my teacher. He would drop huge workbooks on our tables and croak, “Thirty problems, fifty minutes.” A lot of these problems seemed unsolvable, so we complained: “Sir, there are no answers to these!” But then he’d reply, “To every question there is an answer, to every problem there is a solution.”

Although I’m only sixteen years old and an incoming 4th year high school student, I know that my country has more problems than any Mathematics book. Strangely enough, the answers to some of our problems are fish mucus and foot fungus. These seemingly improbable items are products of what we call scientific research.

Research turns our guesses into real knowledge, serving as the sifting pan of our hypotheses. It challenges what we assume, because, as they say, if you only learn from what you ASS-UME, you make an “ass” out of”u” and “me”.

In the early 1800s, someone warned that the streets of London would be filled with horse manure due to the uncontrolled use of horse-drawn carriages. Of course, that never happened. Combustion engines,products of research and invention, replaced horses, and the manure piled up in Parliament instead.

While on the subject, few people know that the most expensive coffee in the world is taken from the droppings of the Asian Palm Civet found in the Philippines and Indonesia. The small mammal excretes the coffee berries it eats, and forest trackers recycle the fruity feces to create what is known as Kopi Luwak in Indonesia or Kape Alamid in our country. Research has led to a synthetic process that simulates the droppings’ exotic flavor and quality.

So, who’s had coffee with their breakfast? Well, soon nobody will have had coffee and breakfast if the looming global food crisis worsens.Are you all feeling fine? Well, nobody might be fine for long if some new disease creeps up on us.

Health can be enhanced and life can be extended. The nudibranch, a beautiful, soft-bodied creature unfairly called a “sea slug” — a favorite among underwater photographers for its marvelous colors and shapes — has actually been used in tumor research. Samples of fish mucus have also displayed certain antibacterial properties.

And as the Home Shopping Network would say, “Wait! There’s more.”

Certain types of infectious fungi that coat some of your toes here form beneficial relationships that support plant growth. The International Rice Research Institute based in the Philippines continues to develop ways to improve rice growth and help alleviate the current food crisis.

New challenges are coming, and they will always confront us. What we need is an army of scientific researchers that will help find the solutions in advance. I want to be part of that army that would cross the new frontiers first.

If only we could make science fairs and contests as popular as the thriving “Pop Idol” franchise. Although I’m not sure if Simon Cowell’s sardonic comments will sit well with my peers. But we need the same hard-hitting passion in research and invention.

To conduct research is to be innovative; avant-garde. Researchers are like artists with test tubes and lab gowns instead of paintbrushes and smocks. When I graduate from the Philippine Science High School next year, I want to begin my “masterpiece” and apply for a university degree in Biochemistry.

But sometimes, I am discouraged by those who say that a researcher from a Third-World nation is like a Jesuit adhering to a vow of poverty, or worse, like a Benedictine monk observing the vow of chastity. It is indeed a challenge, but it’s also another frontier to cross, for me and many young people like me.

We Filipinos are well known for their dedication to service, in foreign homes, hospitals and FISH MUCUS AND FOOT FUNGUS
by Gian Dapul

When I was in 6th grade, I hated Mathematics. You would have, too, if you had my teacher. He would drop huge workbooks on our tables and croak, “Thirty problems, fifty minutes.” A lot of these problems seemed unsolvable, so we complained: “Sir, there are no answers to these!” But then he’d reply, “To every question there is an answer, to every problem there is a solution.”

Although I’m only sixteen years old and an incoming 4th year high school student, I know that my country has more problems than any Mathematics book. Strangely enough, the answers to some of our problems are fish mucus and foot fungus. These seemingly improbable items are products of what we call scientific research.

Research turns our guesses into real knowledge, serving as the sifting pan of our hypotheses. It challenges what we assume, because, as they say, if you only learn from what you ASS-UME, you make an “ass” out of”u” and “me”.

In the early 1800s, someone warned that the streets of London would be filled with horse manure due to the uncontrolled use of horse-drawn carriages. Of course, that never happened. Combustion engines,products of research and invention, replaced horses, and the manure piled up in Parliament instead.

While on the subject, few people know that the most expensive coffee in the world is taken from the droppings of the Asian Palm Civet found in the Philippines and Indonesia. The small mammal excretes the coffee berries it eats, and forest trackers recycle the fruity feces to create what is known as Kopi Luwak in Indonesia or Kape Alamid in our country. Research has led to a synthetic process that simulates the droppings’ exotic flavor and quality.

So, who’s had coffee with their breakfast? Well, soon nobody will have had coffee and breakfast if the looming global food crisis worsens.Are you all feeling fine? Well, nobody might be fine for long if some new disease creeps up on us.

Health can be enhanced and life can be extended. The nudibranch, a beautiful, soft-bodied creature unfairly called a “sea slug” — a favorite among underwater photographers for its marvelous colors and shapes — has actually been used in tumor research. Samples of fish mucus have also displayed certain antibacterial properties.

And as the Home Shopping Network would say, “Wait! There’s more.”

Certain types of infectious fungi that coat some of your toes here form beneficial relationships that support plant growth. The International Rice Research Institute based in the Philippines continues to develop ways to improve rice growth and help alleviate the current food crisis.

New challenges are coming, and they will always confront us. What we need is an army of scientific researchers that will help find the solutions in advance. I want to be part of that army that would cross the new frontiers first.

If only we could make science fairs and contests as popular as the thriving “Pop Idol” franchise. Although I’m not sure if Simon Cowell’s sardonic comments will sit well with my peers. But we need the same hard-hitting passion in research and invention.

To conduct research is to be innovative; avant-garde. Researchers are like artists with test tubes and lab gowns instead of paintbrushes and smocks. When I graduate from the Philippine Science High School next year, I want to begin my “masterpiece” and apply for a university degree in Biochemistry.

But sometimes, I am discouraged by those who say that a researcher from a Third-World nation is like a Jesuit adhering to a vow of poverty, or worse, like a Benedictine monk observing the vow of chastity. It is indeed a challenge, but it’s also another frontier to cross, for me and many young people like me.

We Filipinos are well known for their dedication to service, in foreign homes, hospitals and hotels. In the hotel, I found three Filipinos working there. I want to be one of the pioneers that will make the Philippines known for its excellence in scientific research,as part of the driving force that will expand our horizons towards tomorrow. And I intend as a 1to have a lot of fun while doing it.

Going back to my math teacher, I eventually realized that, well, he was right. As he said, “To every question there is an answer, to every problem there is a solution.” We just have to go looking for the right ones. Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll be answering the questions that haven’t been asked yet.

The Philippines Through the Eyes of a Foreigner

Why does it even take a foreigner to point out the problems of us, Filipinos? true enough almost everything mentioned broke my heart because its true. Sometimes we do not take pride of being a Filipino. After reading this most of the Filipinos reacted violently, but isn't it that the truth hurts? When someone criticize us we start to flare our nostrils. But we don't realize that maybe what they said is true. I just remembered in one episode of "desperate housewives'" wherein it offended the medical community on implying a low grade of medical knowledge here so if you have a Filipino diploma in medicine, you're not just credible. It offended me but I thought for a while that we ourselves made it look like that to them. Isn't it true that you can buy diplomas in Recto or Quiapo? This is not the first time that a foreigner commented on us Filipinos. It was a Korean before who said that our problem is we don't love our country. As a student some people might even say "yuck that's so korny!" but saying its korny or baduy talking about these things reflects our lack of nationality. I know there a re still people who do but its sad that we can only say it but can't do it. Just look at our streets with garbage, it reflects our lack of love in our country. I think this essay of Barth is an eye opener to reflect ourselves over. We can react so violently about it but nothing will happen. Its good if we accept criticisms from time to time through the "others" eyes because we sometimes can't accept it and define what state we are in.

The Philippines Through the Eyes of a Foreigner
By Barth Suretsky
Atin Ito Philippine NewsFeature April 2007

My decision to move to Manila was not a precipitous one. I used to work in New York as an outside agent of Philippines Air Line, and have been coming to the Philippines since August, 1982. I was so impressed with the country, and with the interesting people I met, some of whom have become very close friends to this day, that I asked for and was granted a year's sabbatical from my teaching job in order to live in the Philippines

I arrived here on August 21, 1983, several hours after Ninoy Aquino was shot, and remained here until June of 1984. During that year I visited many parts of the country, from as far north as Laoag to as far south as Zamboanga, and including Palawan. I became deeply immersed in the history and culture of the archipelago, and an avid collector of tribal antiquities from both northern Luzon and Mindanao.

In subsequent years I visited the Philippines in 1985, 1987, and 1991, before deciding to move here permanently in 1998. I love this country, but not uncritically, and that is the purpose of this article. First, however, I will say that I would not consider living anywhere else in Asia , no matter how attractive certain aspects of other neighboring countries may be.

To begin with, and this is most important, with all its faults, the Philippines is still a democracy, more so than any other nation in Southeast Asia . Despite gross corruption, the legal system generally works, and if ever confronted with having to employ it, I would feel much more safe trusting the courts here than in any other place in the surrounding countries.

The press here is unquestionably the most unfettered and freewheeling in Asia , and I do not believe that is hyperbole in any way ! And if any one thing can be used as a yardstick to measure the extent of the democratic process in any given country in the world, it is the extent to which the press is free.

Nevertheless, the Philippines is a flawed democracy, and the flaws are deeply rooted in the Philippine psyche. I will elaborate. The basic problem seems to me, after many years of observation, to be national inferiority complex, a disturbing lack of pride in being Filipino.

Toward the end of April I spent eight days in Vietnam , visiting Hanoi , Hue , and Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC). I am certainly no expert on Vietnam , but what I saw could not be denied : I saw a country ravaged as no other country has been in this century by thirty years of continuous and incredibly barbaric warfare.

When the Vietnam War ended in April, 1975, the country was totally devastated. Yet in the past 25 years the nation has healed and rebuilt itself almost miraculously ! The countryside has been replanted and reforested. Hanoi and HCMC have been beautifully restored.

The opera house in Hanoi is a splendid restoration of the original, modeled after the Opera in Paris , and the gorgeous Second Empire Theatre, on the main square of HCMC is as it was when built by the French a century ago.

The streets are tree-lined, clean, and conducive for strolling. Cafes in the French style proliferate on the wide boulevards of HCMC. I am not
praising the government of Vietnam , which still has a long way to travel on the road to democracy, but I do praise, and praise unstintingly, the pride of the Vietnamese people.

It is due to this pride in being Vietnamese that has enabled its citizenry to undertake the mi racle of restoration that I describe above.

When I returned to Manila , I became so depressed that I was actually physically ill for days thereafter. Why ? Well, let's go back to a period when the Philippines resembled the Vietnam of 1975. It was 1945, the end of World War II, and Manila, as well as many other cities, lay in ruins.

As a matter of fact, it may not be generally known, but Manila was the second most destroyed city in the entire war; only Warsaw was more demolished.

But to compare Manila in 1970, twenty five years after the end of the war, with HCMC, 25 years after the end of its war, is a sad exercise indeed. Far from restoring the city to its former glory, by 1970 Manila was well on its way to being the most tawdry city in Southeast Asia . And since that time the situation has deteriorated alarmingly.

We have a city full of street people, beggars, and squatters. We have a city that floods sections whenever there is a rainstorm, and that loses
electricity with every clap of thunder. We have a city full of potholes, and on these unrepaired roads we have traffic situation second to none in the the world for sheer unmanageability.

We have rude drivers, taxis that routinely refuse to take passengers because of "many traffic !" The roads are also cursed with pollution spewing buses in disreputable states of repair, and that ultimate anachronism, the jeepney!

We have an educational system that allows children to attend schools without desks or books to accommodate them. Teachers, even college professors, are paid salaries so disgracefully low that it's a wonder that anyone would want to go into the teaching profession in the first place.

We have a war in Mindanao that nobody seems to have a clue how to settle. The only policy to deal with the war seems to be to react to what happens daily, with no long range plan whatever. ; I could go on and on, but it is an endeavor so filled with futility that it hurts me to go on. It hurts me because, in spite of everything, I love the Philippines

Maybe it will sound simplistic, but to go back to what I said above, it is my unshakable belief that the fundamental thing wrong with this country is a lack of pride in being Filipino.

A friend once remarked to me, laconically : "All Filipinos want to be something else. The poor ones want to be American, and the rich ones all want to be Spaniards. Nobody wants to be Filipino."

That statement would appear to be a rather simplistic one, and perhaps it is. However, I know one Filipino who refuses to enter a theater until the national anthem has stopped being played because he doesn't want to honor his own country, and I know another one who thinks that history stopped dead in 1898 when the Spaniards departed. While it is certainly true that these represent extreme examples of national denial, the truth is not a pretty picture.

Filipinos tend to worship, almost slavishly, everything foreign. If it comes from Italy or France it has to be better than anything made here. If the idea is American or German it has to be superior to anything that Filipinos can think up for themselves. Foreigners are looked up to and
idolized.

Foreigners can go anywhere without question. In my own personal experience, I remember attending recently an affair at a major museum here. I had forgotten to bring my invitation. But while Filipinos entering the museum were checked for invitations, I was simply waived through. This sort of thing happens so often here that it's just accepted as routine.

All of these things, the illogical respect given to foreigners simply because they are not Filipinos, the distrust and even disrespect shown to
any homegrown merchandise, the neglect of anything Philippine, the rudeness of taxi drivers, the ill manners shown by many Filipinos are all symptomatic of a lack of self love, of respect for and love of the country in which they were born, and worst of all, a static mind-set in regard to finding ways to improve the situation.

Most Filipinos, when confronted with evidence of governmental corruption, political chicanery, or gross exploita tion on the part of the business community, simply shrug their shoulders, mutter "bahala na," and let it go at that.

It is an oversimplification to say this, but it is not without a grain of truth to say that Filipinos feel downtrodden because they allow themselves to feel downtrodden. No pride.

One of the most egregious examples of this lack of pride, this uncaring attitude to their own past, is the wretched state of surviving architectural landmarks in Manila and elsewhere. During the American period, many beautiful and imposing buildings were built, in what we now call the "art deco" style (although incidentally, that was not contemporary term; it was coined only in the 1960s). These were beautiful edifices, mostly erected during, or just before, the Commonwealth period.

Three, which are still standing, are the Jai Alai Building, the Metropolitan Theater, and the Rizal Stadium. Fortunately, due to the truly noble efforts of my friend John Silva, the Jai Alai Building will now be saved. But unless something is done to the most beautiful and original of these three masterpieces of pre-war Philippine architecture, the Metropolitan Theater, it will disintegrate. The Rizal Stadium is in equally wretched shape.

When the wreckers' ball destroyed Frank Lloyd Wright's Imperial Hotel in Tokyo , and New York City 's most magnificent building, Pennsylvania Station, both in 1963, Ada Louise Huxtable, then the architectural critic of The New York Times, wrote: "A disposable culture loses the right to call itself a civilization at all !" How right she was ! (Fortunately, the destruction of Pennsylvania Station proved to the sacrificial catalyst that resulted in the creation of New York's Landmark Commission. Would there be such a commission created for Manila ... ?)

Are there historical reasons for this lack of national pride ? We can say that until the arrival of the Spaniards there was no sense of a unified
archipelago constituted as one country. True. We can also say that the high cultures of the nations in the region seemed, unfortunately, to have bypassed the Philippines ; there are no Angkors, no Ayuttayas, no Borodudurs. True. Centuries of contact with the high cultur es of the
Khmers and the Chinese, had, except for the proliferation of Song dynasty pottery found throughout the archipelago, no noticeable effect. True. But all that aside, what was here ? To begin with, the ancient rice terraces, now threatened with disintegration, incidentally, was an incredible feat of engineering for so-called "primitive" people.

As a matter of fact, when I first saw them in 1984, I was almost as awe-stricken was I was when I first laid eyes on the astonishing Inca city
of Machu Picchu , high in the Peruvian Andes. The degree of artistry exhibited by the various tribes of the Cordillera of Luzon is testimony to a remarkable culture, second to none in the Southeast Asian region. As for Mindanao , at the other end of the archipelago, an equally high degree of artistry has been manifest for centuries in woodcarving, weaving and metalwork. However, the most shocking aspect of this lack of national pride, even identity, endemic in the average Filipino, is the appalling ignorance of the history of the archipelago since unified by Spain and named Filipinas. The remarkable stories concerning the courageous repulsion of Dutch and British invaders from the 16th through the 18th centuries, even the origins of the Independence of the late 19th century, are hardly known by the average Filipin o in any meaningful way. And thanks to fifty years of American brainwashing, it is few and far between the number of Filipinos who really know -- or even care -- about the duplicity employed by the Americans and Spaniards to sell out and make meaningless the very independent state that Aguilnaldo declared on June 12, 1898.

A people without a sense of history is a people doomed to be unaware of their own identity. It is sad to say, but true, that the vast majority of
Filipinos fall into this category. Without a sense of who you are how can you possibly take any pride in who you are ? These are not oversimplifications.

On the contrary, these are the root problems of the Philippine inferiority complex referred to above. Until the Filipinos take pride in being
Filipino these ills of the soul will never be cured. If what I have written here can help, even in the smallest way, to make the Filipino aware of just who he is, who he was, and who he can be, I will be one happy expat indeed !

The Poverty of Our Souls

I just came from Cavite... when I was watching the news, Im so sick of it because I kept on hearing the same problems everytime.then coincidentally i have read this news and I was so down because I have read about the selling of kidneys by the poor people, but the money that they receive is so low and that their rights are already violated with no post operation check- up for the people who sold their kidneys. And how about them?after receiving their money, no one got richer or made their lives more comfortable. You see I think even if you multiply the poor people's money by ten times, it would'nt actually make their lives much easier. they are still gonna get back from the slums because there is a poverty of the soul. nakaahon ka na nga, pero bumabalik ka pa rin sa dati dahil hindi ka natututo. Definitely one can say many excuses, or blame others for the reason of their situation, of why they are poor but definetely its not money that makes one rich, because if only money can solve it, then I bet all the people who receives their one million retirement pay is richer now. There's something about us that makes us Filipinos like this. Actually we're living in a vey rich country, lots of natural resources, but then we are. still poor, still, we have lots of eXcuses. But look at Singapore? no natural resources but one of the most economically stable countries. But still i bet one will still find more and more excuses. Let us say one blames the government. But didn't Rizal said, "tal pueblo, tal gobyerno?" the government only manifests its own people. Let's just not look on the works of our dear senators and mayors, just look at our barangay tanods, do they really work on their jobs?bakit kahit basura nalang hindi pa maayos? But the most sad part is that WE JUST DON'T CARE. A lot of us wants to leave the country to find a better future. I myself am studying in one of the best universities in this country and most of my friends wants to migrate to work abroad. OO nga naman sabi nila, sino nga bang yayaman dito?eh dun nalang ako sa malakas magbayad sayang naman kasi yung talino ko. You see even the most educated people doesn't solve the problems of this country. UP, Ateneo does not solve it. those who got their masterals or phd's did not help this country to prosper either. They just want to live good lives and leave this country or be a politician so wise enough to lure the money of its people because of their intelligence. We can see that nobody wants to be a Filipino. I myself before, when I am watching other Asian channels am so facinated with their culture and wished to stay their, or get married with a Korean or Chinese. We have a damaged culture, we don't have a self identity anymore as a Filipino so whatever identity other countries tell about us, we're just about to swallow it hard kasi most of the time totoo naman. Ang pag- asa daw ng bayan ay kaming mga kabataan. puede rin kaming nasa UP. pero sa UP palang gusto nang magsialisan, kasi praktikal nga naman. Pero wala nga bang uunlad dito?o kaya naman sinabi rin nang ibang tao na bagsak din ang buhay at di nagsikap na walang pag- asa dito ang pinapakinggan namin? pero kahit naman pumunta sila sa Amerika o saan pang bansa... masaya ba sila?siguro yung iba pero ako yung mga kamag- anak ko dong iba naghihirap din naman. yung lawyer dito, factory worker nalang don, sabi kasi niya at least nasa States daw... grabe ganito na ba kami kababa? wala na kaming dignidad kahit ano nalang, ayaw kasi naming maghirap, ayaw naming mag- aral. Wala na kaming mga pangarap basta makaalis lang dito at takasan ang problema dito. eh di kung ayaw nyo dito di wag.... basta balang araw pag- unlad ng Pilipinas huwag na kayong babalik hahaha. Sino sino rin bang magtutulungan kundi kami ring mga Pilipino, pero ang masakit nga don, mismong Pilipino ang maghahatak sayo pababa, wala kasi kaming sense of nationhood. Kaya siguro ok nalang kaming tawagin bilang domestic helper, kasi yun ang ibigsabihin ng Filipino sa Greece Oxford dictionary. No offense sa domestic helper dahil marangal naman na trabaho yun kung dun ka talaga, pero di naman ibig sabihin na dapat ganun kaming lahat.

Ako bilang kabataan nahihiya nga ako sa sarili ko kasi di ko pa naitanong , "oo nga no, ano na nga bang nagawa ko para sa bansa ko?" ang Korea nga may prayer mountain sila na ang ipagdarasal lang don ay ang bansa nila, kami mahal ba namin ang bansa namin? bakit ayaw naming umunlad, iba rin naman kasi ang maunlad sa mayaman lang. Kasi pag mayaman lang, para saakin, may pera ka pero di ka masaya, maaari mong matagpuan ang taas ngunit tuwing gabi natatakot ka na baka manakawan ka. Walang katahimikan, laging may takot at lungkot sa puso mo. Ano nga ba ang pagiging maunlad? Yun yung para saakin ay matutulungan mo muna ang sarili mo na umunlad sa sariling sikap at pag nakaahon kana, tutulungan mo naman ang ibang tao na umunlad hanggang maging domino effect lang. IIsipin mo lang rin naman kasi ang kapwa at bansa mo yun lang naman. Pero may nag- iisip kaya nang ganito?ilan kaya? nalulungkot lang rin ako dahil kabattan daw ang pag- asa ng bayan. Pero ano namang ginagawa namin? Yung iba, pipila sa abs- cbn para maging bagong artista, baka sakaling madiscover kaya titigil nalang muna sa pag- aaral. Yung iba basta may uso dapat laging gagayahin!pag di ka -in, sorry nalang, you're out of the picture, tapos yung iba naman mayaman, kaya pa bar- bar nalang or punta sa embassy, at idol ang Gucci gang. Dun naman sa mga matatalinong iba... pagkagraduate gusto na yumaman at yumaman at yun lang. Pero meron kayang gustong paunlarin ang kapwa niya? may nangangarap kaya na sana balang araw maging kasing unlad din namin ang Japan?Korea? Alam ko meron pa din pero siguro konti lang. Dati isa ako sa mga gustong sumama sa -in nung high school ako kaya kokopyahin ko yung mga sikat, pero pag tinitingnan ko ngayon nakakahiya pala ako non, ang babaw ko pala. Nahihiya ako sa sarili ko kasi pang 398 na nga lang ang UP sa world ranking tapos di pa ako naging College scholar, isa lamang akong mediocre kaya huwag na tayong magtaka kung tingin nang ibang banyaga sa atin ay mga islanders. Ang sakit lang talaga, pero siguro kung kukuwento ko to lahat sa kaibigan ko baka pagtawanan niya lang ako at sabihin na epekto ito ng kaka nood ko. Sino nga bang magseseryoso sa ganitong bagay? Ha? mag- aaral ka para sa kapwa mo at para sa bansa mo>? kaya dito nalang at malaya kong maisusulat ang nararamdaman ko.

Maaaring sanhi ito ng pag- iisa ko sa Cavite, pero narealize ko mabuti din pala yon para lumalim naman ang pananaw ko sa buhay. Minsan kailangan din nating magreflect. Salamat sa Diyos sa pagpapakita ng mga bagay na mas malawak kaysa sa mga iniisip lamang natin.

ALARMING! TOP 500 UNIVERSITIES!only UP AND AdMU qualified!

WHOAH!IONLY 2 SCHOOLS FROM THE PHILIPPINES QUALIFIED IN

Times Higher Education - QS World University Rankings 2007 - Top 500 Universities!

ONLY UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES!

AND ATENEO DE MANILA UNIVERSITY!!

CHECK THE WEBSITE http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/overall_rankings/top_400_universities/

WHOAH!WHAT HAPPENED TO US?! WHERE'S DLSU?!OR UST??

AT BAKIT 398 NALANG ANG UP?!

sad isnt it?!im so sad the quality of education here is very poor!

so one must excel na grabe! I WANT TO STUDY ABROAD AFTERWARDS!

ARETE

i have no reason to be bored....

thare are lots of things to do!